in a dark room i hold her and she turns from me a dark girl i hold her and she turns from me with dark eyes my hand cups her belly she turns from me a veil of tears shrouding what the mourning may bring and all i can think to say is we will bury her under the trees
Russell J Turner – February 2011
Relocated
9 years ago
Beautiful. A simple elegance that evokes so much emotion.
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